"Mr. Song, please get up!" Du Zheng personally helped Song Xian up, "The Emperor has granted your request. Those escorting Xiao Xingzong will be temporarily detained, and our family will take people to listen to the trial."
A hint of joy flashed across Song Xian's face: "Sir, is this... really true?"
"How dare I speak carelessly," Du Zheng said with a sigh, "Mr. Song, even if you wish to offer advice next time, you can't do it like this. Your repeated retorts were only possible because we are the Heavenly Family; even in anger, only a penalty of twenty strokes was given to you."
As Du Zheng spoke, he personally helped brush off the snow accumulating on Song Xian's legs.
Song Xian hurriedly stopped him: "Sir, please do not do this."
"It was the Emperor's order," Du Zheng said, "to have our family take good care of Mr. Song. The Emperor still cares about you, fearing your old injuries have not healed."
